Search results for 'niggard'

No Pistols

Twista

Adrenaline Rush 2007 [Clean]

2007

Yea mobster, let's ride on them bitches
It's time to go to war, niggard, you ready

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll,

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Pop in corn make you stang, dickin ditches with the em
Smaking o making o faces, fuck the niggard

Hold Up

Onyx

Bacdafucup, Pt. II [Clean]

2002

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya

niggard no standing outside a fire
The picture's getting bigger ain't it
The picture's getting bigger ain't it
Hearken my words muthafucka
I learned this

niggard happen 
At saint Nick I don't do all this rappin
Only dead beats is your body in caskets 
Only paper you getting Is towels and napkins 

Scary

beggar
He would survive in a world of niggards
I took him home despite mum's warning
Who never comes will never go

My fifth love was a simple banker
One

Ohhh
Luh kamp niggard
45
Yah

The better days are coming work for what I own
Im going harder than I ever did before
The magistrate of fact show that

gotta say some 


Niggard are pulling vibe 
Nobody fit to dull me 
Nobody fit dull my money
Baby I'm getting you closer 
Choking your body ma kos a
D way

hap;
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;

Poppaea

Theatre of Tragedy

Aegis

1998

Hell's hap:
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee:

Receive from niggard fate their pittance scant
And where some shed bleak covert may afford
Wan poverty, amidst her meagre host
Casts round her haggard eyes,

Puff Daddy

Kenny Beats

Puff Daddy

2018

targets (ah)
All of your songs got no market (nasty)

Bitch (niggard)
Big whips, big guns (whoa)
No cash, no funds
Hurry up, it's done (it's done)

Hell's hap:
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee:

nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceasèd I
Than niggard